Pastoral Genocide


Let An Easy Rider Share Your Bed
May 28, 2008, 4:54 am
Filed under: Writing | Tags:

september nineteenth, ninety eighty nine. tepatitlán, jalisco. in the sweet breath of twilight, juan paolo ruiz (son of maria picasso lopez and josė javier ruiz) kicked uncertainly at the hardness of the earth. the crowd around him was enormous and loud. hungry. quickly stepping off fifteen paces, he crossed himself, silently hoping for preservation, resolution in the yawning face of an only slightly contested failure. he sprung forward heavily, his body pushing and heaving, a ferocious display of quiet desperation. he jumped. the crowd gasped as he passed through the clouds and into the thereafter. they waited and waited and it was only after six hours that they began to accept the fact that this was forever. before being shushed by his mother, one boy yelled into the quiet darkness of the night: conocia juan paolo ruiz, conozco a dios. it seemed only right.

Advertisements

Leave a Comment so far
Leave a comment



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s



%d bloggers like this: